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All Alone

Sitting at home,

All Alone,

No friends around,

The phone doesn't ring,

It hurts,

It stings,

Alone thinking these things,

Your dreams you want to achieve,

But nobody to share them with,

It makes you sad,

It's so hard,

But pay attention this time,

For surely there is a reason,

God's time,

He gave you this season,

To live,

To learn,

Not time to burn,

Use your gifts,

From Him to bless your wish,

To make new friends,

Family,

Your mate,

Exist.

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